Author's Note

Sorry guys, this thing really took an eternity to get done. Anyway, I'm such a lazy bastard.

By the way, the first chapter as so my other clopfics are fully revised/edited, so feel free to check them, and follow me if you like. There is plenty more where that came from.

Cheers!

• Pedro

The Epilogue!

Convincing Mr. Goldman

When the first rays of sun touched his face at morning, Goldman just moved his arm to protect his sensitive eyes from the exposed light.

'Who opened the curtains?' He wondered, still fighting against the sun rays. Without a chance to win, he just sighed and rubbed his eyelids, before finally opening them.

The man gasped at the sight; shelves messed up, books and souvenirs scattered over the whole floor. Some decorations and pictures had been ripped from the walls, it all laid in pieces on the ground along with many knocked over furniture.

"What the hell just happened here?"

He hopped out of the bed, he lost balance and nearly collapsed on the ground, luckily his armchair was close enough to serve as support. His legs were so tired and sore, and he had no idea why.

As the confused man sat down again and tried to reason, the only possible explanation was that someone tried to loot his house- but no, this couldn't be possible. What would they stole? And how could they do all this mess without waking him up?.

"This is fucking nonsense..." A peculiar cloth under his foot drew his attention, he bent down to grab it and realized it was his bath towel, there was something more though; the white towel was covered with-

He picked up a string of hair, 'This is not hair'

Dropping the towel on the floor, he looked back at his hands- his chest, his arms, his whole body had-

"Pink fur." He muttered.

"Why for God's sake I'm naked and covered with pink fur??" He stood up. The whole situation was too unbelievable to be real. Reaching for his phone, he checked the clock. It was half past eight in the morning, of a Saturday.

He leaned his back against the wall, trying to remember what happened the day before- the memory was too blurred, he could clearly remember leaving Hasbro's headquarters, the storm followed by the car accident. "Jesus, am I dead??"

Peterson searched his arm for a scratch; it was there as he remembered. 'So, at least I know it really happened'

After the accident he had to walk back home, his clothes were drenched so he tossed his shirt in the- 'The living room!'

It was there, it was everything there; his shirt, his tie, his pants. Even the insurance company letter was already in his mail. But what went after that?

Yes, he bathed and then... Nothing. It was too blurred, as a burnt photographic film. Peterson returned to his room and checked the whole scene one more time. He didn't wanted to call the police, since something inside his mind told him he was the responsible for that mess.

Something cracked as he took a step, it was a broken mug. Something sparked in his mind.

'Coffee, it's my coffee mug! I left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen... Yes! I put some coffee for me and walked back to my room...' He pressed his temples, trying to focus in the broken images.

"And then..." He sighed. Nothing.

Sightly dismayed, he went to his bed, but before he could lie down again, a small piece of paper over the nightstand caught his eye. It was just a simple pink envelope, but as far as he could remember, it wasn't there before.

He inspected the envelope prior to opening, there was nothing written except for a heart shaped wax seal, with a 'C' inside it. He cocked an eyebrow at that.

'What do we have here?'

Slowly, he broke the seal and opened the cover. As expected, there was a letter inside. Throwing the envelope away, he mentally read the writings.

"Far we are from each other, but the Love we shared shall remain in your heart 'till the end.

May the light of the Crystal guide you thought this life.

P.S. I'm still trying to clean up the mess you made with my fur, it will be hard to explain for my husband you know? See you soon, xoxo"

"What the fuck?"

It was already Sunday night, when something really strange happened again. After a long and tiresome weekend, Peterson had finally managed to clean up the mess in his room.

He was feeling kinda weird since that letter, but eventually decided avoid dwelling on the subject. Why bother? He could just enjoy that beautiful day and smell some flowers.

Yeah... He was feeling really weird.

As usual, Peter opened his suitcase to straighten the paperwork for next morning, his laptop was there too, and with a big crack on its screen.

'Damn, I need some anger control training' He thought as he removed the broken computer.

It was there, when he realized how rude he had been with his subordinates, more specifically with-

"Herbert!" He face-palmed. Ashamed from his previous fit of rage with the lawyer. 'He must be feeling really upset now, how could I be so mean??'

A multicolored pamphlet slid from inside the laptop.

"Yes, this is it!" He said for himself resolutely. "If there's a way to redeem myself with him and the Bronies, this is it! How could I be so blind during all this time??"

He hadn't much time, but Peterson Goldman, CEO of Hasbro Corporation was decided. Starting from tomorrow, he would change the way people look at him.

Hasbro Inc. Headquarters - Pawtucket - Rhode Island, USA

03/17/2017, Monday, 10:30 am

Everyone.

Every-single-living-creature inside the company building froze in place, while Mr. Goldman walked to his office. He greeted and smiled-

He smiled to everyone as if there were no tomorrow.

"The boss got insane!" "He's drunk dude, there's no other explanation." "I'm pretty sure he turned gay..." People whispered as he passed by. No one moving a single muscle.

"I'm just happy, that's all!" He answered to everyone. "Now where is Herbert?" He asked. People just pointed at his office door.

Peterson opened the door. The young lawyer was waiting inside, looking through a window. As the heavy wooden door closed, with a click, Herbert turned abruptly.

"G-good morning Mr. Gold, I- I was just-" He stopped.

"Oh, hello Herbert, good to see you!" Said Goldman.

During all his life, the poor guy never imagined to witness such a thing. It couldn't be possible, 'I must be hallucinating' He thought.

"So, what do you think about my costume?"

There, with a blue wig and tail, a plastic horn stuck on his forehead, and dressed in one of those royal prince clothes. Was Peterson Goldman.

"I... I... M-mr. G-gold?? Are you... Are you-" He mumbled

"Shining Armor?" Peterson replied smiling. "Yes, I am!" He made a little turn. "So my dear subject, you like what you see?"

"Sir... I-I... It's really fabulous, but I don't g-get why-"

"You will be my Cadance!" Herbert jaw dropped.

"S-sorry? I'm gonna- A w-what... ?" He muttered.

"Yes my dear, you know... I felt really terrible after I shouted with you like that." He placed a comforting and slightly awkward arm around his shoulders. "And I'm sorry about that. So as an apology, I want you to go with me to Bronycon. I always knew you were a closet Brony, so I provided a costume for you too." He handed him a bag.

Herbert just stared at the pink pony costume dumbfounded.

"What are you waiting for? Try it! Let's show the Brony community our support!" Still shocked by the situation, Herbert complied and placed a pair plush pink ears on his head, blushing ferociously.

Oh, but that was just the beginning, it would be a long day for him, and he just prayed to-

"W-what?!" He gasped when Peter slapped his butt, pasting Cadance's cutie mark over his pants.

"Hey Herby... You made me curious now... Why don't you neigh for me?"

Too late...